Page 320 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol 4
Rob laughed. “Geez, what is it, Tuesday? My mother’s downstairs, probably a few drinks in herself, berating the housekeeper. My father is most likely picking up a call girl in a bar on Wall Street.”
I was pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. He was kidding…right?
“And if my dad isn’t doing that, he’ll be home soon and my mom will start berating him instead of the housekeeper. A classic Hunter Tuesday.” He took a sip of his drink.
“That’s enough,” James said.
“What? We’re supposed to be getting to know each other.”
“She doesn’t need to be privy to our parents’ personal lives. I’ve got this covered. She’s right…she can go.” James grabbed the glass from Rob’s hand and downed it. Then he took another from the tray and went back over to his desk. In a few seconds that glass was empty too.
He was mad that I was here. Clearly. But I wasn’t the one blackmailing him.Asshole.
“Who rammed a stick up your ass?” Rob asked.
I laughed.
James turned from his chair and locked eyes with me.
The smile fell from my lips.
“How about we just go downstairs,” Matt said and walked over to us. “Let James work in peace and we’ll come back up in a bit.”
I was happy to get away from James’ room. But significantly less happy when Matt wrapped his arm around my back.
“Don’t touch me,” I said and tried to maneuver away from him, only to bump into Rob in the hall.
Rob caught me in his arms. “She has a boyfriend, man. You should probably lay off.”
I pushed myself out of Rob’s arms. Why did they all keep touching me? I didn’t want to be touched. I folded my arms across my chest, trying to look as uninviting as possible.
“She doesn’t have a boyfriend,” Matt said.
“She swears she does. She’s even wearing Felix’s jacket.”
“Felix? Do we really need to talk about this again?” Matt asked me.
I tried to hold my head up a little higher. “There’s nothing to talk about. Felix and I are dating. Exclusively,” I added.
“Take off his jacket.”
Was he serious? “No. Felix gave it to me. So I’m going to wear it.”
“Rob, if you’ll excuse us for a second.” Matt veered me away from Rob and into…a dark room.
Son of a bitch. Not again.“Matt, stop.” I pushed on his chest, but he didn’t budge.
“We need to talk. Alone. Now.” He switched the lights on, stepped into the bathroom behind me, and then locked the door.
“What can’t you say to me in front of Rob?”
He lowered his eyebrows. “You know what we need to talk about. But first I need you to take off that pothead’s jacket.”
“Screw you. There’s nothing to talk about. You promised you’d leave me alone if I told you I felt nothing. Do you need me to say it again? I. Felt. Nothing.”
He looked so angry. “That’s not true.”
“You’re such a prick. And how’d you get my phone number anyway? You’re not just a prick. You’re a creepy prick. Are you stalking me?”
